I am in here.
So I’ve found out in the last few hours that I’m a combination of Robocop and Nico. And I can’t even find anything wrong with that notion. It is not going to be a sunny day here in Cincinnati. Perhaps that is why I am playing Bob Marley as I type. Exodus. Movement of Jah … Continue reading Nicocop
While we’re doing quizzes… You are Nico. Princess of the funeral dirge. Yourock! Which Warhol diva are you? brought to you by Quizilla
So I would hear out those lungs, The air split into nine levels, Some gift of tongues of the whistler In the invalid’s bed: my mother, Warbling all day to herself The thousand variations of one song; It is called Buckdancer’s Choice. For years, they have all been dying Out, the classic buck-and-wing men Of … Continue reading Buckdancer's Choice
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun, Law is the one All gardeners obey To-morrow, yesterday, to-day. Law is the wisdom of the old The impotent grandfathers shrilly scold; The grandchildren put out a treble tongue, Law is the senses of the young. Law, says the priest with a priestly look, Expounding to an unpriestly … Continue reading Law Like Love
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